It's mostly that great 'first trimester fatigue'.
We have our care group at our house on Tuesday nights. Tonight after dinner, Dwayne looked at me and must have realized how tired I felt.
He told me to skip out tonight. "Go upstairs, relax, go to sleep early."
At first, I thought, 'I can't do that! Not care group!' The more I thought about it, though, the more I thought it might be a good idea.
So that's where I am. Upstairs. Hiding out. Blogging. My two youngest children are asleep and the oldest has no idea I'm up here, either.
And I don't feel guilty...I feel like I will come out of this feeling rested.